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Adapting to each others rhythms

Adapting to each others rhythms takes courage after 7 years of living alone. It seems this morning I stole my fiance’s pillow, and would not give it back in my sleep. I talk in my sleep - last night I was mumbling about aircraft hangers. I have been told I sometimes sleep with my legs bent up in the air, on my back. Combine that with nightly gratitude lists said out loud before sleep, and prayers before bed, no wonder my previous husband had his own room.